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Aug 2016
..there is home..
       ..gone wild with me..

enjoyable..clear..honest..

no..no..no..
        ....and yes..

where's your home..the thing that you pay cash..
                       ..wine..cigarettes..poetry..

of course..

             ..all of those..
..and more and more and more..

                     ..electricity..psychosomatic..waves..

childhood..
           ..when everything was everything..

                   ..narcotics..Lsd..whiskey..virginity..
         ..woman..man..
                                             ..and then..

                                   ..nothing..

..get drunk whatever it is..wine..*****..absinth..
                 ..what ever..
            ..but get drunk like
                      Mr. Baudelaire kissed for you..

no memory..no tomorrow..

                                        ..just now..now..now..

                          ..and then some..

..and now..
eclipso child
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